Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.